“Oh yes, I’m quite aware.” The male witch was drenched in water, having just come inside, a sour expression settling on his features. A lithe hand slicked back his hair to a more manageable style. “You know where ever you are I’m never far behind.” He sauntered closer, lips pulling into a smirk. “I just love annoying you much too much to stay behind, besides its said that loosing your soul mate is a fate worse than death, so I like to make sure you’re safe.”
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